Innocence

 

When you were small,

A child at play, you’d make a world all of your own

Where you were “King” sat on the throne,

And in your world there was no suffering or pain

Just happy little children, of every race and name.

 

Everyone was happy, no one was alone

Everyone was cared for, food and drink for all

There everyone had innocence, the greatest gift of all.

 

But now your growing older and innocence has gone

You look around and see the things

That once you did not know.

 

The suffering and pain, the colour of the skin

A child that is fat another that is thin, one is wearing glasses

The other has a limp; one cannot hear you the other cannot speak

The one who cannot see you, the one who has no hair.

The child that is different stands over there,

All alone and in despair, but this is not what you saw

When you sat upon your throne.

 

Now all that can be hoped for is, you’ll have children of your own

And try to teach them wisely to live and tolerate

Each and every person regardless of their race.

And you must try to show them everyone’s the same

Everyone is human regardless of their shape

Whether they can see or hear, they too must tolerate

 

And if the lessons that we teach,

Are etched upon their heart,

This world could then be happy, no suffering and pain

No wars that kill and mame

Just happy little children

Playing once again

 

 

“Innocence” by © Carmine Grimshaw